Chapter 120: Nourishing Soup

Chapter 120: Nourishing Soup

Fan Xiaoyou tugged at Yang Xuan’s sleeve. "Sister-in-law, is Yu Xiaoyang truly beyond saving?"

Because of past unpleasant experiences between Tang Ling and Yu Xiaoyang, Yang Xuan still harbored some resistance toward her. However, considering Tang Ling had already...

It was not produced by any of the world’s renowned workshops. As someone who aspired to be a socialite, she had studied such things extensively.

The Yue King Spear had never been knocked from my grasp before; this was a first. Though I tried my best to maintain my grip, it was useless. The force was simply too overwhelming. Not only did it leave the web of my thumb a bloody mess, but it sent the Yue King Spear flying away under that immense power.

Cheng Lingzhi lowered her hand, her reddened eyes turning toward the door. Someone was knocking? Could it be a waiter?

"If you won't give it back, you're nothing but a thief! This doesn't belong to you, so by what right do you claim it?" I said, feeling rather dejected.

But he remained unaware that a pair of eyes filled with murderous intent were watching him from above, and the words he thought only he could hear were heard crystal clear by the person in the tree.

At that moment, Tianming drew the Zongfeiheng. Kneeling on one knee, he plunged the blade forcefully into the ground and channeled his inner energy into it.

A spectacular scene unfolded. As the first rays of the morning sun shone into the valley, the earth all around suddenly began to emit a brilliant, golden radiance. It was so blinding that one could hardly keep their eyes open. Even the birds in the nearby trees began to chirp incessantly, creating a lively, bustling atmosphere.

"You old bastard, I’ll outlive you yet," the handsome man said, blood staining his lips. The greenish hue on his body grew increasingly intense, resembling the color of young wheat sprouts.

With tear tracks still on her face, Zhu Yingying’s round face blossomed into a sweet smile. Her dark, bright eyes shimmered with a captivating luster.

Tears had already slid down Yao Jin’s face, but as he glanced around, his gaze suddenly turned sinister.

The next morning, the weather was glorious: the sun shone brightly, there wasn't a breath of wind, and it was a rare, warm day. Many people came out to lean against the base of walls to bask in the sun, chatting idly with one another.

Princess Xueling looked at this fellow, who was acting increasingly foolish, and couldn't help but reveal a breathtaking smile. Unfortunately, the moment the chicken nuggets were brought out, the old Duke’s keen nose caught the scent.

However, Nie Zhenbang had long anticipated this. Only the mediocre go unenvied. In his life, this wasn't the first time he had been the target of envy, jealousy, and hatred. He had never been afraid; he would face challenges as they came. Nie Zhenbang did not fear competition.

Whether it was true or false, no one knew, but the next day, the Marquis of Wu issued an order. He bestowed upon Guan Zheng a two-courtyard residence, several embroidered robes, a hundred catties of gold, and several servants. He further ordered that his mother be brought from the foot of Mount Chaisang to Chaisang County in a warm sedan chair.

It was all sophistry, but as Huang Lixiong spoke, he played with his words and exploited a few loopholes.

In these three major projects, this was a classic case of high-profile action. Moreover, the Chief's expectations for Longxi and his vision for the West made it imperative for Nie Zhenbang to act.

Zhuo Yifan’s alarm had already been canceled by Zhuo Yingyan. Prolonged exhaustion had finally forced him to lie down.

Furthermore, the Longxi provincial government granted the Han-Ao Automotive Group a one-year tax exemption, followed by a policy of halving the tax in the second year.

The one in the center was also someone Yang Wang recognized. On his forehead was a tattoo of a skull bathed in black flames. His posture was hunched, his clothes hung loosely on his frame, and his eyes glowed with a ghostly green light. He was none other than Qingyang Feng, the top expert among the younger generation of the Shenlong Kingdom. Like Yang Wang, he was a Divine Martial Artist.